now i know where i got my alto voice from.
of course, from my mom.
who essentially got hers from my grandma.
both do male leads in cantonese opera.
looks like i've got a legacy to live up to.


i'd probably do well in the science faculty.
though it'd always remain a hypothetical statement.


recall a time of whim.
of simple delight at theories seemingly pioneered.
to a child's mind, an epiphany.
unlike the rest of us.
but a mere observation of unremarkable human phenomena.
with adherence and display donning conflicting roles.
still some, rest soundly amongst archival keepsakes.
still then, it was rife with life and notion.
you couldnt step in the same river twice.
inquisitiveness.
ignorance.


wind of change.
what an apt injection from my itunes on shuffle.


the wind of change blows straight.
into the face of time.
like a stormwind that will ring.
the freedom bell for peace of mind.
let your balalaika sing.
what my guitar wants to say.


take me to the magic of the moment
on a glory night
where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change.

perfection at 2:28 PM